Page 87 of Brutal Revenge

While I sound like a lovesick idiot, the worst part is I don’t hate it.

Clarke grins as if he heard my private thoughts. “She’ll pick it up fast, but if you need any help?—”

“I got it,” I interrupt, uninterested in replacing the visual of me cozied up to Azra’s back, my dick digging into her ass, with one that includes him. He’s older than my father, though that wouldn’t stop him from sampling a cunt as fine as Azra’s if he had the chance.

It’s not on the market, and I itch with the desire to kill him just because of my suspicion that he’d accept the offer.

What the fuck has this woman done to me?

I don’t get jealous.

Well, I didn’t.

Can’t offer the same guarantees anymore.

Before I do something stupid, I tuck the gun case under my arm and head out, gravel crunching under my boots. The sun is low, casting long shadows across the property. The firing range sits on the far edge of the compound. It’s a private facility that most people don’t know exists.

Of course, we have our own firing range. We’re the Carusos, the top rung of the Cosa Nostra ladder in both respect and marksmanship.

When I reach the main house, I slip inside through the side entrance and then turn toward Camille’s toy room. I tell myself I’m just checking on Azra since she’s a guest in our humble abode, but the truth is, I’m lying to myself.

I want to see her.

Upon finding an empty toy room, I twist my lips.

Dust-free shelves hold neatly arranged toys, and perfect rows of crayons line Camille’s drawing table, yet no one is inside, let alone the person who makes my dick ache.

It takes a beat, but when I spot all the dance costumes Dante hasbought over the past six months on a free-standing rack, I remember Camille has dance class today.

She couldn’t color with Azra even if she wanted to.

Does that mean Azra’s afternoon is free?

Eager to spend more one-on-one time with Azra, I pivot sharply and head down the hall, moving faster than I should.

I collide with Nico as I round the corner, and his eyes blow wide.

“Matteo…” I don’t recognize his tone. He sounds nervous. It’s never good when a Caruso sounds nervous. “I was looking for you. Can we talk?”

“Can it wait?” I ask, confident that if I don’t capitalize on the tension that’s been building between Azra and me for the past several hours, I’ll fucking combust.

That’s how white-hot it’s been. I’ve been leaking pre-cum into my jeans all day, and I’m fairly certain Azra’s panties are just as filthy.

Now, without a doubt, I need to raincheck our talk.

Azra could be washing off the stickiness of a brutal workout, which means I’m only seconds away from adding another pair of her panties to my collection.

“I’ll find you later.”

Nico blinks. “Uh… I mean?—”

I’m already gone.

“If I’m not here, I’ll be at one of my clubs. Have Elio trace my phone,” he shouts, and I throw my hand in the air, announcing I heard him.

As my heart pounds for reasons I refuse to examine, I bound up the stairs. When I reach my room, I don’t bother knocking. Why would I? It’s my fucking room.

Pushing open the door, I find Azra on the bed.Regretfully.Magazines lie scattered around her, and her hair falls loosely around her shoulders.